The blood-red radiance that had just narrowly failed to harm the man in the blue robe, Number Nine, had shot out from those narrow eyes.
Those three pairs of slender eyes harbored not a trace of emotion, possessing only absolute coldness and ruthlessness, as if they were looking upon the dead.
"You are..." Number Nine in the blue robe felt a slight tremor and noticed a peculiar symbol on the belt of the black-robed girl's attire, vaguely recalling that this symbol seemed to represent a significant figure,
an entity that symbolized death and definitely should not be provoked lightly.
"Let him go, and leave, or you will all die here," said the incredibly beautiful girl in the black robe from above. Her voice was melodious and pleasant, like music from heaven, yet the words she spoke were icy cold with an authoritative tone that one could not resist, as if defying her meant death.
